Sweet liberty
Freedom you give to me
To pronounce my personality.
Of all the chicks,
In the universe
You are the worst
At not being very good.
Maybe you couldn’t read my lips.
Most likely because I was busy shoveling shit
To fertilize your rose.
White with pink tips
The beginning to finishing touches
To symbolize my thoughts of you
And just how much.
Hell
I'm wishing this could be as warm
then I could wipe away
the unpleasantry.
The buzz of the neon
calls to attention your identity.
Drowning your sorrows away
until tomorrow is staring straight.
Of all the chicks
In the universe
You are the worst.
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